I wished to fly
And you became my feathers
Whenever, I want to flow
You were all around like zephyr
Even though, I don’t speak much
Yet you understand everything through my eyes
Those times, when I felt low
You were always there to hold me
We used to fought on petty things
But always ended up laughing
Anywhere, I failed
You were there to celebrate
Sometimes, life seemed uneasy
But you protected me from all
Now, recalling every little thing, I feel proud that
We are not lovers, but actually, FRIENDS.
Ruchi,
ReplyDeleteA very nice tribute to friendship.
Take care
Beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteRegards.
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Friends indeed! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteFriends are definitely good.
ReplyDeleteTender and beautiful. The definition of a friend!
ReplyDeleteso nice...!!
ReplyDeleteVery lovely words on what is that makes having a true friend so wonderful. :) Cheers to you.
ReplyDeleteQuite lovely work.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem about marvelous friendship.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem
ReplyDeletethats what friends are for :)
ReplyDeleteFriends are easy to get but difficult to find. Real friends are the ones you had described and are the most rare. Nice verse Ruchi!
ReplyDeleteHank
hmhm... an honest flow of thoughts... :)
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